Han Yao did not hesitate at all, telling the cause of the death of the spicy chicken.

After listening to Han Yao's words, Su Wenluo had a headache.

It's really hard to deal with.

If one is not good, it is a fight between the two societies.

Moreover, even if he chooses to plant the flag in Tsim Sha Tsui, the cheaper one is still the idiot who blows the chicken.

Such a thankless thing, Su Wenluo didn't want to do.

But Spicy Chicken's wife and children are making trouble again, which makes him even more headache.

After all, a woman has just died of her eldest brother, and now she has died of a man.

"Ah Jin, let Uncle Tai call Jiang Tiansheng of Hongxing, and ask if you want the two clubs to open a film, if you really want to fight, then everyone's business will not be done!"

"Ma De, this one is on the street, he is not at ease when he dies, and he has embezzled more than one million, how dare he!"

Su Wenluo pressed the cigar in his hand into the ashtray.

"Huang Mao, tomorrow you will reorganize the game hall, and the mullet boy will send a new car of leather to you, the old one should be thrown away, and it will change hands if it can be changed!"

"The mahjong parlors on Kuaifu Street have also been changed, all of them have been changed into game halls, and Huang Mao will be taken care of by you!"

These people under his command, that is, Huang Mao, run the game hall, so he naturally has to take care of this batch of goods he draws.

"There are more than 900 machines in this batch, all of them are new machines embargoed by neon, I spent more than 5 million, and the money I earn in the future will be drawn by the community, do you have any problems!"

What Su Wenluo is thinking about now is to use other things to bring the matter of spicy chicken over.

After that, I want to take time to meet Jiang Tiansheng.

After all, I just want to do business with peace of mind.

"Ah Mao, you go and help collect this debt!"

Su Wenluo threw a file bag to Gui Limao.

This is an account drawn by his own lottery, and originally this account belonged to HSBC, but he spent a million points and drew him out of the system.

"This account is a regular account, the old rule, you take 20% of the commission!"

"Okay, big guy!"

Gui Limao opened the file bag and looked at the accounts of a machinery company, with more than 10 million in arrears.

According to the rules, he can recover more than 15 million.

That's three million in the bank.

Sure enough, following the God of Wealth, your luck will also be good.

Su Wenluo found things for these big bottoms under his subordinates in turn.

In this way, the spicy chicken thing can be put aside.

"Big guy, Spicy Chicken's wife is in Ling's office!"

After the meeting ended, Han Yao came to Su Wenluo's side.

"Soul is faint, she still dares to come!"

Su Wenluo is very hot now.

"Brother Luo, the spicy chicken is dead, the death is so miserable, how can we orphans and widows live!"

After seeing Su Wenluo walk in, Ah Zhen hugged the two-month-old child in her arms and cried loudly.

"Ah Zhen, you're enough, how did the spicy chicken die, do you still want me to say it."

"It sounds good, but he was beaten to death by the prince!"

"It's not nice to say, this street embezzlement of the club's money, Ai Ober's street attack he hasn't learned a lesson, idiot..."

Su Wenluo looked at Ah Zhen, who was holding the child and crying pear blossoms with rain, and the original anger also dissipated.

Although the spicy chicken is damned, her wife and children are innocent.

"Brother Luo, the spicy chicken is damned, but the debt is gone, the prince shouldn't come to my house to splash paint!"

Ah Zhen raised her head as she spoke, looking at Su Wenluo with a helpless face.

What's going on?

Su Wenluo was puzzled, it seemed that no one had told him about this matter.

"Forget it, Ah Zhen, this money club will talk to Hong Xing, you go back first!"

Su Wenluo waved his hand and opened the window of the room.

Now Ah Zhen is still breastfeeding, looking at the child sleeping quietly, and the smell of milk in the room.

Su Wenluo can guess that when he was not there just now, Ah Zhen should be feeding the child here.

"Brother Luo, now that the spicy chicken is dead, my eldest brother is also dead, and I don't have a job yet, do we let our orphans and widows starve to death on the streets?"

Ah Zhen saw that Spicy Chicken's debt was solved, so the next step was to seek her own share.

"What do you want?"

Su Wenluo's brows furrowed, this woman was too greedy.

I don't want much, 500,000 Hong Kong paper, plus a shop can allow me to raise my children!

Ah Zhen put forward the request she had come up with.

"500,000, what are you thinking?"

"Do you know how much the club settling-in fee is now?"

"I'll tell you, it's fifty thousand!"

"If you do things with me, I will give more, that is, about 100,000!"

"Now you want 500,000, what's the matter, my money is blowing in the wind?"

"Crazy line..."

After Su Wenluo finished speaking, he didn't care about her, and lit a cigar by himself.

"Brother Luo, Spicy Chicken has been throwing his head and blood for the club all these years, and now he is not willing to give 500,000?"

"The 300,000, but it must be given to a store!"

Ah Zhen begins to bargain.

"At most, 100,000, not a dime more!"

Su Wenluo said, took out a hundred thousand from the drawer, and threw it on the table.

Looking at the 100,000 Hong Kong paper on the table, Ah Zhen began to hesitate.

"Don't? Don't I'm just saving! ”

Su Wenluo said, picking up the money and wanting to throw it back into the drawer of the desk.

"Yes! I'm going to! ”

Ah Zhen pounced forward, wanting to grab the 100,000 Hong Kong paper on the table.

However, in the next second, a hand held her down.

"You know, some money isn't so easy to get!"

Su Wenluo turned around and locked the door of the room.

.....

Two hours later, Su Wenluo tidied up his clothes and walked out of the inner room.

"Ah Zhen, the twelve golden hairpins on Balan Street really live up to its reputation, here are 300,000, and there is a key to a sneaker shop, you will know in the future!"

Ah Zhen listened to the cry of the child after waking up from hunger, but now she has no choice.

"Brother Luo, I know what to do!"

Ah Zhen rested for a while, and after regaining some strength, she left the room with the three cans of milk powder that Su Wenluo had placed on the table.

It's just that this walking posture....

Su Wenluo didn't speak, and a phone call came into his office at this time.

"Uncle!"

"Okay, I got it."

"Don't worry, uncle, I will definitely arrive."

Su Wenluo hung up the phone and rubbed his head.

Ma Dan, it's all to blame for the spicy chicken's hitting the street.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many things.

Su Wenluo returned to the room and took a good shower before leaving.

8pm, The Peninsula Tsim Sha Tsui.

Su Wenluo is here today to negotiate.

After all, the rivers and lakes are not about fighting and killing, the rivers and lakes are more about the sophistication of people and the exchange of interests.

"Ah Yao, you go back first."

Su Wenluo took Gao Jin and got out of the car.

Han Yao looked out through the car window.

Not far from The Peninsula at this time, several cars were parked there.

These cars, he is familiar with.

O remember and the cars of those guys from the Crime Squad.